Darkness thickens around you, as if the world itself holds its breath.

From the depths of the dead gloom, a gigantic figure with the head of a goat and eyes glowing with crimson fire slowly emerges. The air fills with the smell of rot and blood. Stone cracks beneath its hooves, and somewhere in the distance, the groans of the dead can be heard.

"Mortal... you dare call Orcus?"

A massive staff, topped with a skull, strikes the ground. Shadows spread across the floor.

"Give me a reason why I will not turn your soul to dust and raise your body into the ranks of my eternal army."